John Mark McMillan - Baby son

We thought you'd c^Aome with a cr^Eown of g^Aold A string of p^D2earls and a c^Eashmere r^Aobe We thoug^F#m7ht you'd clinch and i^Eron f^Dist And rain like ^Esusfire on^D the politic^As

But without a sw^Dord, no armored g^Auard But common b^Eorn in mother's a^Arms The govern^Dment now rests ^F#m7upon The shoulder's ^Eof ^Dthis baby s^Aon (Intro)

Have you no ro^Aom ins^Eide your he^Aart The inn is f^D2ull, the o^Eut is ^Adark Upon pr^F#m7ofane shines sa^Ecred s^Dun Not a^Esusshamed ^Dto be one of u^As

Glor^Dia, Halle^Alu Christ, the Lo^Erd We've longed for Y^Aou Glor^Dia, Hall^F#m7elu Christ, the L^Eord ^DWe've longed for Y^Aou (Repeat)